Einstein in the Patent Office

There are some flowers in this crown of thorn
Some beauty woven through the pain
There is excitement in a dangerous place
We weigh the loss against the gain
We weigh the loss against the gain

Both owls and flowers have taken flight in me
Beating their petal-driven wings
Revolving endlessly inside my skull
The circle ends where it begins
The circle ends where it begins

And Einstein is in the patent office
Un-synchronising time un-synchronising time
And Mr Jones is getting hyper in the wings and
Debbie is just hanging on the telephone line

Timing is everything but time's a bitch
Sneaking up to pass you by
Fast or slow it runs but which is which?
While minutes crawl the years go flying by
While minutes crawl the years are flying by

And Einstein is in the patent office
Un-synchronising time, un-synchronising time
And Mr Jones is sniffing cocaine in the wings
Debbie's going mental on the telephone line

Both owls and flowers in this crown of thorns
Some beauty woven through the pain